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Post by Deleted on Dec 1, 2013 17:29:30 GMT -5
After a rather unfortunate and nearly deadly run-in with more vampires than Preston knew what to do with, the hunter had spent more time than he would have liked palling around with a certain giant by the name of Sam Winchester, who had swooped in to save his sorry ass. Pres hadn't exactly been happy about it, but he was alive and that was more than he could say about the vamps that had lost their heads over the whole ordeal. Of course, Sam had been trying to find Preston, so their first meeting turned into a game of twenty questions that the hunter hadn't been pleased to play. He understood the reasoning behind the other man's thirst for knowledge about the fields, but that didn't excuse the fact that it wasn't exactly polite manners to be assaulting a recently resurrected man with queries about his time on the 'other side'.
Maybe Preston would have been more eager to sit down for story time if his adventure into the afterlife had started with pearly gates. But it hadn't, so there was no way of knowing.
Rid of the overly righteous Jesus-looking man, Preston had loaded up again and had taken off down the interstate, stopping along the way to get a new supply of deadman's blood from an old hunter buddy who also, rather convenient, happened to work a funeral home. A few dollars in the right hands and Preston could kill just about anything he encountered. He had more advantages in this game than a lot of the others he'd met and worked with, that was for sure.
He must have crossed state lines at some point, but Pres hadn't really bothered checking. By the time the sun had set his eyes were starting to droop, but he kept on keepin' on, hoping to find a motel to rest his head and a diner to get a bite to eat. Luckily for him, he found both - in the same parking lot someone
Idaho Inn: Welcome to the Potato State! Read the sign in the window big, flickering neon letters that really, really looked like fire hazards. He sighed and rubbed the back of his neck, pulling in and heading into the office for a room. It smelled of cigarette smoke and grease, and he knew it wasn't going to be anything fancy but at this point? A bed was a bed, and anything edible sounded good. Dumping a duffle bag in his room, he made his way across the lot to the 50's style diner that he could only assume was part of the establishment in some capacity.
Helping himself to a seat at the bar, Preston ordered himself a burger, a shake, and some fries with a tired and blatantly unimpressed wave of his hand as the waitress moved away, glaring at him as she scrawled his order on her little note pad. His eyes trailed the diner, seeking out a face that might be familiar - or one that he could make familiar. Anything to pass the time before he got back on the road come morning.
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Post by Deleted on Dec 17, 2013 14:30:33 GMT -5
There was no rhyme or reason to where she ended up. Then again, it was just one of the many small perks to being topside after her extended stay in Perdition: she didn't have to do much of anything if she didn't want to. Ruby had developed quite a fondness for the notorious potato state in her past life as a guest in her Jane Doe meat suit and so it seemed like the perfect first stop on her victory lap of joining the land of the living. Rather uncharacteristically, Ruby had forgone her harsh signature look of leather for the night and instead had opted for a less conspicuous hooded zip-up jacket and a pair of comfortable flat boots. She could have just as easily passed for another no-name co-ed passing through the lazy town grabbing a beer and a bite to eat before heading on her way.
There was an empty red wire basket lined with a greasy paper wrapper sitting on the bar top in front of her beside a half-finished bottle of cheap beer. "Can I get another one of these please?" Her tone was polite enough though just as disingenuous as she addressed the waitress behind the counter, pushing the basket further away from her as if clarifying she wanted a refill. "Thanks." Ruby offered a brief nod of recognition at the less-than-thrilled service worker as she turned on her heel to put in the order to the kitchen. With a roll of her eyes, she reached for the green tinted glass bottle in front of her before downing a sizable amount of the lukewarm liquid left inside.
Ruby turned to glance over her shoulder, surveying the small establishment rather disinterestedly until her eyes landed on a fellow patron further down the bar who also appeared to be assessing his prospects. There was a familiarity she recognized immediately about his attire and it brought a mischievous smirk to her lips. Dinner and a show? It was that exact moment that she realized she was probably going to be his best bet, unless the guy had an odd fetish for overweight and unwashed middle aged truckers. It was time to play the part and Ruby reveled in the chance to have a little fun with the unsuspecting yet equally good-looking stranger. Her manipulative smirk quickly turned to a coy smile as she looked up at the man from beneath her eyelashes.
"What? Can't a girl kick back, relax and enjoy a few helpings of delicious fries every once in a while? I swear, this stuff is like deep fried crack..." And in an instant she'd set her snare and initiated the conversation. At least it was something to do before the blonde twit returned with her fries and got her another beer.
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Post by Deleted on Dec 17, 2013 18:00:38 GMT -5
Preston’s eyes hadn’t even been locked on the pretty young woman sitting with a beer in front of her for two seconds when she noticed his gaze and fed immediately into the game of cat and mouse that would last, at most, a couple of hours. Preston took a moment after analyzing her words to decide if she was worth taking time to pursue. His eyes took each and every visible inch of her in, starting from her shoes and working their way up to her face, where he examined every feature even more carefully. She was pretty… more than pretty, really. She was gorgeous and as such was totally out of place in a dive like this. Pres flashed the girl a bold grin and rose, moving down the bar towards her and taking up the empty seat to her side, giving a quick gesture to the waitress as she passed to let her know he’d moved.
“Of course a girl can,” He smirked, pivoting his body to face her, elbow rested casually on the bar as he moved in for what he could only assume was the kill. “I like a good looking girl who knows how to kick back and enjoy some highly addicting substances… french fries or otherwise. I wasn’t expecting to find someone fitting that criteria way out here in Bumfuck, Wherever. What’s your name, Beautiful?” He reached out without missing a beat to brush a stray hair from her eyes.
His first instinct told him that this girl might be a prostitute looking for her next john, but the casual clothes told him that whatever he got from her tonight would probably come for free. Then again, in this part of the world? Who knew. Idaho was… interesting. He’d never stopped there for more than a night before, and every experience had been different. He’d met everyone from businessmen to the most backwoods bastards the world had ever seen. There didn’t seem to be much in-between, honestly, and he was banking on this girl being an out of towner like him. At least then her level of crazy might be measurable.
Whatever it was, Pres would be glad to bask in the company of a pretty girl, one that would hopefully be hot and writhing beneath him until he took off in the morning without a goodbye. This woman, for all her attractive features and the girlish batting of her eyes, didn’t strike him as the type that’d be wounded by his sudden disappearance come sunrise and that made her even more appealing. She had an edge of danger about her despite a sweet voice and innocent appearances… kind of how Amy had before she’d gone sour on him.
Deciding that thinking about that bumpy ride when he was banking on a ride of an entirely different variety was only detrimental, Pres turned to her. “They call me Preston. Preston Kingston. And I’m hoping that by the end of the night it’ll be my absolute pleasure to have met you. What do ya say?” The hunter had learned long ago that there was absolutely no point in being subtle when you wanted one thing and one thing only. It ended in a lot less stinging hand prints on the side of his face, and that was always a bonus, wasn’t it?
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Post by Deleted on Dec 17, 2013 20:12:09 GMT -5
Instantaneously he was hook, line and sinker as Ruby watched him vacate the seat further down the bar in order to move next to the empty one at her side. His words were as well-rehearsed and smooth as he looked, so she at least had to give him some credit for showmanship. "Wow, good looking girl huh?" It was scary how easy it was for her to pick up this innocent act, even after so long on the other side. "You sure are one of the nicest strangers I've ever met." She added coolly as she grabbed her drink, taking another swig before setting the empty bottle on the opposite side of the bar top in exchange for another the next time the waitress passed by.
When he skillfully managed to ask for her name, she couldn't help but smile. "It's Ruby." She rolled her eyes in a rather unceremonious way, surprised at even herself for using her actual moniker as opposed to some made-up name she'd have to try and remember the rest of the night. Besides, he didn't seem to be posing any kind of a threat to her. Apart from a few hours to kill and the ever-existent possibility of being disappointed between the sheets, she really had nothing to lose. "I know, kind of a stupid name right? I don't know what my parents were thinking." The fictitious and humanizing story came to easily to the demon, especially for one who couldn't even tell you the first thing about her actual parents from back in the day. "Yeah, this may be the middle of nowhere but I swear they have the best fries in a three state radius. I'm really just passing through but I couldn't say no, right?" Ruby was fully aware of his game plan and hers wasn't entirely different. She just hoped he actually had a room at this flea bag motel and she wasn't going to have to fake it for a few hours with a gear shift digging into her back while he got his jollies off in whatever piece of shit car he took pride in driving.
"Well it is very nice to meet you Preston Kingston. And I say, how about you buy this girl another drink and keep her company while she waits for her next round of.. what was it you called it? Addicting substances." She managed to shoot him a wicked grin as she mirrored his body language, turning in her seat so that her body now faced his in their own little corner nook of the bar. "I told you my secret Preston Kingston. So what's a guy like you doing in a place like this?" Bingo. The only topic of conversation most guys cared about: themselves. Ruby could tell as the conversation progressed she was winding him up and it wouldn't be long now before he made a more overt pass at her than the gentlemanly gesture of brushing her hair away from her face.
"You don't exactly sound or look like you're from around here either..." She egged him on, sheepishly folding her hands in her lap as she patiently waited to listen to him, playing her devilish innocent act perfectly like a coiled cobra ready to strike her prey at any moment.
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Post by Deleted on Dec 17, 2013 20:55:32 GMT -5
Preston laughed, the sound hearty and bright. "The nicest stranger? You might be the first to say so. But I'll take the compliment where I can get it." It was incredible, how quickly the douchebaggery could switch off when Preston saw something in it for him. She introduced herself as Ruby and he could do nothing but smirk. "A stupid name? No. I think it suits you. Why not name you after a precious gem?" He smirked, his fingers trailing down her arm slowly, fingertips brushing over the thin fabric of her zip up jacket as he familiarized himself with the most innocent curve of her body.
"I've heard that about the fries, yeah. The woman in the lobby kept going on about them. Nice to know I'm not the only one passing through for a bite to eat, though. We you planning on spending the night?" He canted his head in one of his rare, genuinely curious moments. "Because I've got a bed we can share if you're interested."
When Ruby decided to rather forwardly ask Preston to buy her a drink, he grinned. So they were both playing this game. Glad to see she was on board, the hunter nodded and gave yet another chuckle. "Of course. In fact, your whole bills on me. Let the illusion of the nice stranger last just a little bit longer." He beamed then, nodding at the waitress as she slid his food in front of him. No longer hungry, he let it sit and paid his attention totally to Ruby.
"Me?" He asked, as if shocked she wanted to hear his story. "Just passing through like I said. Killing time. Boredom. Nothing exciting. Just came back from Wyoming -- not one of my better decisions really. Not a good state to visit if you can avoid it." He wasn't exactly lying, and he suddenly wished he had a more interesting story to tell. "I'm heading home to New York, I think, unless something else strikes my fancy. I'm something of an... adventurer."
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Post by Deleted on Dec 26, 2013 18:57:49 GMT -5
The playful innocent act was beginning to wear on her nerves, but Preston’s persistence and attitude told her that she might not have to fake anything for much longer. Ruby was pleasantly surprised that she’d had him pegged as the wrong type altogether. Sure, the arrogance and womanizing part had been right but when you were that good looking and knew it, it tended to come with the territory. She was quickly discovering despite the flirty banter between them, Preston was more than some one-dimensional slob she’d taken him for earlier when she’d first set eyes on him. Carefully, she watched his actions with interest as he complemented her and ran his fingers over the curve of her elbow. Despite the thin fabric between the touch of his skin and her own, a small shiver still traveled down her spine in want of the contact. It amazed her that even the touch of a perfect stranger could elicit such a powerful response from her and she knew she was going to have fun killing time with her new-found unsuspecting prey.
Meanwhile, the waitress had returned with a fresh basket of fries and another ice cold beer for Ruby before turning on her heel and leaving the two to their privacy. Ruby’s eyebrows shot up instantly at Preston’s overtly explicit proposal and it really wasn't until that moment she realized they were both just playing different angles of the same game. “My my my… how very forward of you.” She chided him; the thin smirk and eye roll a dead giveaway to the lack of seriousness behind her words. “I’m curious; does that ever actually work for you?” She asked him in disbelief, grabbing a fresh hot French fry from the basket and popping it into her mouth, savoring the salty taste of starch she had grown to love so much. “And if it does, I probably don’t want to know just what those particular bed buddies happen to look like…” She gave him a skeptical teasing expression before grabbing another fry.
After taking a bite, she merely turned back to face him, feigning interest in his reason for being in the same nowhere town as she was. It wasn't much of a shocking revelation to her when he once again mentioned he too was ‘just passing through’. It was the sense of no attachment that had attracted Ruby to him and dive places like this in the first place, apart from the magical deliciousness their deep fryers were able to create. “What the hell kind of business are you in that takes you all the way to Wyoming?” She asked suddenly, her eyebrows furrowed in consternation as she wondered to herself why she even cared enough to mention it. There had been one thing and one thing only that had interested her in the good-looking stranger, and starting small chat about what pathetic excuse for a living he made was far from it. “Sorry. That’s rude of me; you don’t have to answer that.” She tried to play it off with a shake of her head and a polite smile as she reached for the cold full beer that had replaced the old one and took a long sip.
“Wow, New York? That’s cool. That’s definitely somewhere worth going home to.” And she wasn't even forcing herself to lie anymore. Ruby had always been fond of the vibrancy and lively atmosphere bigger cities had to offer. Of course, it didn't hurt that it was a lot easier to get away with life as a denizen of Hell in an overcrowded place full of dark alleyways where no one ever really looked too closely. “Well, here’s to hoping you find yourself another adventure soon.” A taunting smirk matched her gaze as she met his, lifting her drink to him in cheers. “So what exactly am I gonna owe you for picking up my tab?” She countered with her words of temptation as she clinked her beer bottle against his milkshake before downing a fair amount of the alcohol.
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